Were I to die today
None would be worse off
A small unwanted blob
Wiped off with no thought
Leaves canvas ready to re-paint.
Lives I touched
Might let out a sigh or two
No storms will brew
For memory is fickle as fortune
And voids can't stay.
In another day
Life will come rushing in
A pleasant wind
To leave a new imprint.
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